Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho Off to the Gym I Go  

rm_rsp54 59F
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10/26/2005 5:22 am

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Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho Off to the Gym I Go

I'm trying very hard to get out of this rut that I call a life. I need changes, and I need action and activities. Since my opportunities of seeing my lover are somewhat limited at this time, maybe I'll start back at a gym.

I seek this activity with trepidation. I'm sure you have heard the phrase "If it wern't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all." Well, here is what happened the last time I was into heavy gym use.

The closest gym to my house is a smaller, but very nice place. Nothing super fancy or unusual, but very clean and well maintained.(or so I thought at the time)I became a very dedicated attendee. Since it was so close, I found it easy to attend at least five times in the course of a week.

After Christmas, two years ago, my brother asked if I would like to go on a trip to Atlanta to visit my nephew. So, I took what I thought would be a temporary break from my gym rat status.

A long car trip with my brother is nuts. He allows you to stop only when gas is needed. Even then, the clock is ticking. The sitting in one position is relentless, so when I got home and found my stomach strangely sore, I assumed that it was from sitting too long.

As the week went on, it got worse. Did I eat bad food on the road? I just didn't know. I went to see the doctor, and he kicked around a few ideas, none which made any sense to me. My navel hurt, as well as the area around it. I was losing my appetite. He tried to tell me that I had gastritis. Hoping, but knowing this was not the case, I took the medication and went home.

My stomach got worse. Now my abdomen was hot to the touch. I went for a cat scan, which showed nothing. I became very concerned. I went back to the doctor and he sent me immediately to the hospital because I now had cellulitis and needed antibiotics.

The hospital was a regular dog and pony show. I was the center of attention. Throngs of specialists traipsed in and out of my room, all asking the same questions: Had I been out of the country?, Did I have my belly button pierced?, Was I bitten by any strange insects? When they could get no satisfactiion from any of my answers they acted like I was hiding something. It was maddening.

They started iv antibiotics. After two days I was only getting worse. Then they brought in the big guns, the super antibiotics, cipro and vancomycin. I was in the hospital for seven days and finally got better to the point where I could at least go home.

The final verdict was that they had no fucking idea what cause my infection which seemed to have settled in my belly button, causing an abcess. They said that they think it may have been contracted at the gym. May Have? After a week in the hospital and veins that now looked like a junkie's I was astounded at their fucking insight. The pharmacy component of my hospital bill was over three thousand dollars for the antibiotics!!!

So, when I say that it is back to the gym for me, this is a big step. Will I return to this particular gym? I'm still debating that one. I really don't know how the whole thing happened, but now I am a bit cautious.

digdug41 50M

10/26/2005 4:51 pm

wow the mysterio infection and you didnt find out what it was huh?thats scary stuff make for a good stephen king novel if you embellish it a bit

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